one final tomorrow ( Read more... )

i have punk as fuck hair.
miss muldoon is damn crafty with a pair of scissors.

<3.

Twice in the last week I have started writing as soon as I woke up ( Read more... )

I have been awake since 6am.
No real reason I just woke up after four hours of sleep and my body refused to let me sleep anymore.
I get to sign up for classes for next quarter in half an hour.

The weird thing is that this is the last time I get to sign up for classes.

I feel like I am in the Twilight Zone. I have never seen snow like this. I can see everything outside because the city lights reflect off of the crisp white snow. I want to go for a walk because everything is so still and quiet. It is incredible(ly strange).

my mother made me a quilt and my brother a really cool art project that basically represents him and everything (or a lot of things) in his life. i gave my mom a pair of earrings (i cheated a little bit and bought them, she bought a few things too for us) and made her a book. i crocheted my brother a pink duck to replace the one he lost long ago ( Read more... )

I spent four hours setting type last night only for it to end up on the floor ( Read more... )

I made a book.
I am pleased with how it turned out.
I think I finally got out of the slump I was in.
I also wrote today for the first time in about a month.

It is so quiet that I can hear the telephone wires humming and the only company I have on campus are birds.

I ran away today and skipped class. On a whim I found myself on a bus heading towards Carp. I had to be somewhere else, anywhere else. I get like this. This need to get out and go some place where I know no one and no one knows me. I seriously thought of staying in a hotel for a night. There is no reason for me to feel like running away ( Read more... )

Falling from 14000 feet high at 120mph no one has the time to be afraid. Wind rushing, pressure so intense it hurt my ears the whole way down. Spinning after the flips we did jumping out. The ocean so beautiful, and the trees and everything moving below so small. Swooping like birds, parachutes for wings, on landing but much less graceful ( Read more... )